The Cry Of The Pagan Sorceress Queen Poem by John Duffy

The Cry Of The Pagan Sorceress Queen

With wide crystalline eyes


Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear


Ever watchful


With piercing orbs of tranquil blue


So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers


I really see you


I compose this small golden trinket


To some a tiny poem


But to those in the know


A spell


Whilst lost in the yellow sands of time


As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex


Will you read my offerings


As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme


Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire


Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell


Inside internally


A new means to help extinguish those painful fires of


Such misery still found upon


Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits


You may still walk on


Will you pray to me and implore for more


To push open the once locked doors between us


Shall I welcome you through my red gates


My new neophyte to sit by the Babylonian River to talk


Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods


To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously


Bathed and embraced


As we read you and see all those distant places


Where you once courageously visited and stood


Do you dream of entering such a safe and unjudgemental sanctuary


Hidden within divine branches and creeks


Where you are perpetually energized


And no longer feel weary


Unloved or weak


Do these sudden paroxysms turn your
emotions


Once cold as ice to a new fire


I merely still ask


Will you take my hand forever


To walk past these dying lights of midnight


To a new realm


Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights


What says you


Shall I come about two to collect you


Copyright John Duffy